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Now Lili thought that if she could arrange the spout, so as to lead the water to the floor of the wash-house, it would soon make a pond, on which the tub-ark would float, all ready for the voyage. How to get the long spout in place; that was the question. The children debated for a while whether to ask Battiste or Trine to help them carry out their plan.
We are now upon convent land, and none will dare to touch your bales; so I will unload old Schimmel." "Ah, signorino, if I might offer any token of gratitude " "Nay," said Ebbo, with boyish lordliness, "make me not a spoiler." "If the signorini should ever come to Genoa," continued the trader, "and would honour Gian Battista dei Battiste with a call, his whole house would be at their feet."
Just the dog and cat again! The children understood pretty well how things stood between the two, and profited by their petty quarrels and jealousy. Wili and Lili really would rather have asked Trine than Battiste, for they had more hope of getting what they wanted from her, as she took new ideas more readily than the man, who did not like to be put out of his usual ways.
"Then I don't know where the spout is." "But, Battiste, I only want a little water from the spring; why can't I have just that?" "I know that kind of a little bird," said Battiste, grumblingly, "now a little water, and now a little fire, and always mischief. Can't have it. Can't give it to you." "Oh well, I don't care," said Lili, and went straight to the kitchen, where Trine was scouring pans.
When this aunt had to give up, Trine had succeeded to her place; and so it was that she felt that she had long established rights in the house, and that Battiste took more upon himself than was quite fair. When any of the family were about, she was very civil to her fellow servant, but behind their backs she gave many a saucy word, and played tricks upon him now and then.
Ebbo explained that he thought of making his way to Genoa to consult the merchant Gian Battista dei Battiste, whose description of the captive German noble had so strongly impressed Friedel. Ebbo knew the difference between Turks and Moors, but Friedel's impulse guided him, and he further thought that at Genoa he should learn the way to deal with either variety of infidel.
By this time the whole family had assembled there the mother, the governess, Julius, Paula, Rolf, Hunne, and last of all Trine; for the cries had reached every corner of house and garden. Battiste stretched his long pole across the water to the floating tub. "Now, catch hold of that, and hold on tight, very tight," he said, and pulled the ark and its occupants towards dry land.
"Battiste," she said very firmly, "where is the spout that is used to fill the tubs in the wash-house?" Battiste lifted his face from his seeds, and looked curiously at Lili as she stood there, as if he were waiting to hear the question again; for he always took things moderately. At last he replied with a question in his turn: "Did your mamma send you to ask me?" "No, I came of my own self."
Julius followed with little Hunne, saying, "Oh Wili and Lili, you terrible twins, you will come to some dreadful end before long." Old Battiste rolled up his trousers and stepped into the water in the wash-house, to pull out the stopper from the waste pipe so that the flood could subside from the land of Noah. Trine stood looking on. Battiste growled at her.
Everybody ran from under the apple-tree; Battiste and Trine came from the house with tubs and buckets, Hans from the stable with a pail in each hand; all screaming and shouting together. "The bush is on fire! the hedge is on fire!" There was terrible noise and confusion. "Dora!
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